There's a coldness in me that I can access when needed or when it suits me. I'm good at rejection, both being rejected and doing the rejecting. I'm good at taking "no" for an answer. When given the means, I'm good at firing people. A few years ago I felt a close friend of mine … Continue reading Day 3, Week 28: Pack Light
We knew he’d be tall because his knees were too big for his legs. Ever since he was little, they were at least three times the size of his knees. We figured that he’d take after my dad’s uncles. In college, I was really excited when he asked to come visit me. Seven years my … Continue reading But I Am Still Thirsty
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogroves, And the mome raths outgrabe. "Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch! Sometimes when I'm overwhelmed I quote lines from Jabberwocky (in … Continue reading Day 4, Week 26: Jabberwocky
He was born Kal-El and hailed from Krypton originally. His beloved father helped coordinate a narrow escape, one that would make him a refugee. Although gifted with compassion and supernatural ability, he remained an outsider to western culture. He remained undocumented. Not long after his arrival, a kind-hearted couple from Kansas adopted him. He assimilated … Continue reading Superman Isn’t Coming
When I was younger, my father liked to help me with my homework. He loved history, geography, and anything that required building or creating. In 5th grade he helped me create a miniature replica of the Eiffel Tower. We used wood and toothpicks, and we painted each individual piece. It was as time-consuming as it … Continue reading Forget Paris
It flew into the living room abruptly last night. We'd left the balcony door cracked open to let in some fresh air and to hear the sounds of the city. Biscuits noticed it before I did and immediately sprung into action. V grabbed the broom, some shoes, and some Windex. Anything we could use to … Continue reading Like Ants on a Melon
A few years ago I visited the Old Town School of Folk Music for a Meshell Ndegeocello concert. It was a crisp fall night and the breeze was subtle, so we ventured for a walk after the show to find a quick, cheap bite to eat. We met her, accidentally, in the street. Wool hat, plaid shirt, army-colored … Continue reading Day 2, Week 25: You Don’t Know What You Don’t Know
